I've always hated self portrait assignments; I've always hated attempting to photograph myself. I never understood the point of it. I figured that other people could probably do a better job than my camera resting uneasily on a pile of books while I try not to blink and awkwardly trying to make my smile look genuine. But I didn't fully understand.

While I was sitting across from the camera, trying to photograph this perfect version of myself, I was ignoring the opportunity to photograph my experience.

A raw attempt to create visuals of an internal experience

I am trying to navigate the chaos of many versions of self, of which none are perfect, of which none are whole when alone